Five years after my wife's death, she came back!

Shi Ying waited at the entrance of the concert hall, and just before the start time, she received Shang Yu's apology message.

He said he was suddenly called away by his supervisor to attend an academic exchange and was very sorry that he couldn't come.

Shi Ying sighed. The concert was secondary; the opportunity to increase the progress of the strategy was gone again.

But since she was already there, she decided to go in and have some fun by herself.

The concert didn't end until 11 o'clock. Shi Ying walked out with the crowd, but as soon as she reached the gate, a light drizzle began to fall, which quickly turned into a downpour.

As the crowd gathered, Shi Ying was pushed and swayed, and she quickly found a corner to hold onto to avoid falling.

The rain was getting heavier and showed no signs of stopping.

As the raindrops fell on her, Shi Ying shivered from the cold, her lips turning white from the cold, and she could only wrap herself tightly in her coat.

After an unknown amount of time, the number of people in front of the venue decreased, and the empty road was filled with the flow of cars. The puddles reflected the orange streetlights. Shi Ying took out her phone to call a taxi, but no driver accepted the order for a long time.

She felt like she had the worst day ever.

Rainwater wet my cheeks, and a few strands of hair stuck to my face, making me feel itchy and uncomfortable.

Shi Ying was tired, so she squatted down, hugged her knees, stared at her phone, and prayed that a car would come to pick her up soon.

In a daze, she seemed to hear someone calling her.

"Shiying!"

I heard it clearly; someone was really calling my name.

Shi Ying looked up in a daze and saw a familiar Maybach parked on the side of the road. A man in a black coat, holding an umbrella, strode across the road and walked towards her.

Raindrops slid down the umbrella ribs, the umbrella surface blocked the dim light, and the edge of the umbrella moved up slightly, allowing Shi Ying to see Shang Chenyan's noble and aloof face.

He frowned, quickly crossed the busy road, and walked towards her, exuding a chill.

Even after the man stopped in front of her, Shi Ying was still wondering if she was hallucinating.

How did Shang Chenyan end up here?

"Mr....Mr. Shang?" she called out blankly.

"What are you doing squatting here? If you can't get a taxi, why don't you call me?" Shang Chenyan's tone was a little anxious. He grabbed the girl's arm and lifted her up.

The man took off his scarf and wrapped it around her neck.

A large gray scarf covered half of the girl's face, and a cool, refreshing scent of snow bamboo lingered in the air. It smelled wonderful, and Shi Ying unconsciously buried her head and rubbed against it.

Her voice was muffled: "I didn't expect it to rain so heavily so suddenly. It should be easy to get a taxi on this road."

Shang Chenyan looked at her helplessly, wiped the rain off her face, put his arm around her shoulder, let her stand under the umbrella, and led her towards the parking lot.

The two were very close. Shi Ying could feel her head brushing against the man's broad shoulders from time to time. His hands were tightly wrapped around her arms, and the burning heat seemed to penetrate the thick coat and reach straight to her heart.

The rain was so heavy that cars were driving haphazardly on the road, and the blaring horns were almost piercing our eardrums.

Suddenly, a large hand pressed against her right ear, blocking out the loud horn noise.

Shi Ying subconsciously turned her face to the side and looked up, but could only see the man's sharp and aloof jawline.

Shang Chenyan held her tightly in his arms. Shi Ying felt inexplicably at ease by his side, and didn't even need to pay attention to the traffic on both sides.

Upon reaching the car, Shang Chenyan opened the door, gesturing for her to get in first.

He held the umbrella over her head and stood behind her, shielding her from all the wind and rain.

Even after she got into the car, Shi Ying felt her heart still pounding.

The warm air wafting from the car warmed her almost frozen body. Shi Ying couldn't help but shrink her neck and put her hands in the air conditioner vents to warm them.

The driver's side door was opened, and the cold air flowed in, only to be quickly shut out again.

Shang Chenyan took out a few tissues and naturally wiped her face.

Shi Ying belatedly realized and said, "It seems I got your scarf wet. I'll wash it for you when I get back."

"Why didn't you call me?"

Before he could finish speaking, Shi Ying heard his question, which wasn't accusatory but rather seemed like a simple question.

She opened her mouth, but after a long pause, she finally found her voice: "I didn't expect..."

She really hadn't expected that she could call him and ask him to arrange a car. In the real world, after her father passed away and her mother fell ill, she was often home alone when she was very young, and no matter how many difficulties she encountered, she had to find a way to solve them on her own.

No one could be her support.

So she forgot that there seemed to be someone she could rely on here.

Shang Chenyan didn't ask any more questions. He took out a clean towel and handed it to her: "Remember this in the future. You can come to me if you encounter any trouble."

Shi Ying took the towel in a daze, her fingertips touching his warm palm, which made her shudder.

"Mmm." She repeated "Mmm" again, "I've got it."

Shang Chenyan started the car, while Shi Ying sat quietly beside him, drying her hair.

"Shang Yu didn't come?"

Shi Ying nodded, then, remembering that he couldn't see while driving, said, "He had something come up and couldn't make it."

The man scoffed, "I knew he was unreliable."

Shi Ying couldn't help but agree in her heart.

If it weren't for the task she needed to complete, someone like Shang Yu wouldn't be her type at all.

She prefers mature, older men.

It was already past midnight when we got back to the villa. The house was quiet, somewhat empty and desolate.

"Go upstairs to take a shower, be careful not to catch a cold." Shang Chenyan put the umbrella outside the door before closing it. "I'll make you some ginger soup, remember to come down and drink it after your shower."

"Okay." Shi Ying couldn't help but sneeze. She rubbed her nose, her voice a little hoarse. "Then I'll go upstairs first."

"Um."

Shi Ying returned to her room and took a nice hot shower, but perhaps because of the sudden change in temperature, she felt dizzy and uncomfortable.

After taking a shower, Shi Ying was so exhausted that she didn't even have the energy to dry her hair. She simply lay down on the bed and pulled the blanket over herself tightly.

She wanted to close her eyes and take a short nap, then dry her hair and drink ginger soup. Shang Chenyan was still making ginger soup for her.

With her mind a jumbled mess, Shi Ying fell into a deep sleep before she could finish thinking.

downstairs.

Shang Chenyan waited for forty minutes but no one came down. He ladled out a bowl of hot ginger soup and went upstairs.

I knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"Shiying?"

Still, no one answered.

Shang Chenyan pushed open the door and went in, only to find Shi Ying already curled up asleep on the bed.

She occupied only a small corner, and the ends of her hair hanging over the edge of the bed were still dripping wet.

The man frowned and reached for a clean handkerchief to wipe her face.

But as soon as he bent down, he noticed that her breath was very hot.

Shang Chenyan patted her head; the temperature of his palm was extremely hot.